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Nathan's house is nice.


Very nice.


The garden is hella big and has oddly soft grass, the kitchen is like something out of a Moben catalogue, and not the free one, the one you have to subscribe to. When his parents went away for a bit, and with his sister living in London these days, big Nat decided to have some choice company around for some BBQ and a good old fashioned house party.


Of course you don't have choice company without LMU, so myself and Worm made our way in.


I was actually working till 9, so actually didn't get to the party till gone 10, having had Nathan, James and This Days Fury's Bretty pick me up from town. When I got there I was promised chicken (because I was freaking starving having sicked up everything I ate over the last week during DRUNK. I also wasn't gonna drink, because I might have died, so I got myself to the grill and waited, eating some crisps to tide me over. Second later, James got his bad BBQ self on the case and cooked up some good juicy burgers, putting me on prep (cobs, cheese, lettuce, sauce... very important stuff) while Nat's mate Chris worked on the chicken, which Nat himself has marinaded in his own homemade marinade. Yes.... YES! One burger for me, one for Rachel (the perennial 'tipsy girl'), one for Greg (the talkative type) and none for James. Then I had some chicken in a wrap and it was frigging excellent.


Outside on the patio area I conversed with all manner of folk, from Craig, the racist farmer who thinks the holocaust was ok but AIDS jokes are a step too far, to Chanelle (who James thinks is easily interchangeable with our own Katie.


Since I wasn't drinking I was free to mock and deride the foolish comments of some, whilst revelling in the comedy of an evening with drunk 19 year olds. I've not been able to do that for years.


Even though I felt super old I didn't let it get me down and, even after Craig had left and the racism had died down, there was still plenty of time to have a minutes retrospective silence for Youd, who couldn't make it.


Now, even though I missed some of the party, our very own James was there early, as I say, and so for the first time ever LMU presents a look at this event from another P.O.V.


My Account - Brought to you by James Wormald -


You know sometimes the best nights come from spontaneity? You drop in the pub for a half, that doubles into a pint, then into 3, then somehow 3 turns into waking up with a midget (Small Person)? Well at the start of this night, I had no idea what would happen. That’s a good recipe for disaster, suffering the first of a 12 day hangover, I myself wasn’t gonna get any loving of the small variety, (and neither was anyone else) 


I was told to meet Nathan from work at 17:00, it was all very Bond. By 18:30 the Barbecue was started, and when I say Barbecue, I mean Nathan’s Hob (Nathan must be the only person in the entire world to not understand the need for an actual Barbecue at one of these things) So the first couple of rounds of Burgers were enjoyed by all, all being Me, Nathan and the GAME® lot. Inc. James, Chris, Adam, Rachel, and maybe others. Soon after the burgers had taken their toll, Nathan got his famous Chilli on the go. It was famous for not actually having any beans, of any kind. So just Bolognese with a shitload of chilli powder.


This was just kicking in (and what a kick) as Nathan, myself, someone else, and a girl left. It’s not important where we went, what’s important is that she knew who I was before meeting me. Again my name precedes me, it’s getting increasingly predictable now, whenever I meet a friend’s friends, we’re introduced, and they’re like HEY! IT’S THE WORM!!!!! What am I supposed to say? Hey… It’s …. You. Ya bastard.


We left just in time to see the attendance of the local band ThisDaysFury, (they’ve got a myspace account I’ve heard if you’re interested) inc. scazz, luke, and some kind of farmer. Not only this, but the time away gave the party a chance to liven up a bit, by the time we got back, Leedsmeup’s Katie, and Gazz had joined us, along with Chanelle and Chanelle's man. I think that’s it for the night, oh and some guy called Deano, but I don’t know where he was from.


And I know what you’re thinking, if you came into ‘Nat's Pantry BBQ and Grill’ to get a glimpse of Youdy (He’s sure to be there, right?) I’m sorry, you’re gonna be just as disappointed as we were. Apparently he didn’t have time to attend seeing as he only got back from York at 3 that afternoon, and he had to shower and everything. C’mon! We all know it takes Youd exactly 7 seconds in the shower, 2 for the shower and 5 for the wank.


There or not, Youd was THE hot topic of conversation, and the only topic for around 3 hours, much to Katie’s displeasure (I always knew she had it in for him!)


As drinks were drunk, and more food was eaten, Rachel took an unhealthy liking to me. I’m not putting myself down, but if she hugs you every time you give her a burger, she’s gonna get fat. The farmer got the shit ripped out of him by Gazz and his new hoard, it started to rain so everyone went inside. Everyone except me, it took a lot of effort to get that canopy up, and I was gonna fucking well use it!


Then to the sleeping arrangements. All night I’d been trying to get in with Nathan. I don’t know what his chances of sex were like with Katie, but they were a lot better than they were with me, so it’s not surprising he chose her. Cocktease! No matter, for I had a cunning plan. You see Katie sleeps on the side of the bed next to the window, all I had to do was wait for them to go to sleep, then simply roll her out the window, and ease under the covers in her place. Pure Genius! Unfortunately the plan was so cunning it took a lot out of me and I fell asleep before being able to fully complete, or indeed even initiate the plan.



Nate’s Pantry House Party and Grill - Brought to you by Gazz Wood -

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